“Rock!” she howled. “My babies! I have to find my babies!”
“We’ll find your babies, baby. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to them. But I need you now, Buffi. I can’t help how much I need you…”
She should’ve put on clothes before she rushed down here. She couldn’t do this, not now! Not with her precious babies out there in the hands of some madman! But her resistance was rapidly melting beneath Rock’s sensual assault. She couldn’t do anything until they heard from the bastards, anyway…
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Just let it go. Relax and let me do all the work.”
Rock’s breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She wiggled her tail in excitement, and he grasped it in both hands with a groan of longing. His icy lovecicle pressed against her dewy portal, demanding admittance to her passion chamber.
How did a guy with no heart beat, no pulse, get an erection? Who cares? Her blood was flowing, that was for sure, and in only one direction.
Her hips thrust mindlessly against him as he pulled her down to the butter soft comfort of the full length doggie bed Gran had always kept down here. Why hadn’t they ever made love on it before? It was so much more comfortable that the hard ground beneath the arbor.
“Oh Rock,” she moaned huskily, tiny bombs of arousal igniting all over her body.
“Mmph,” he murmured in reply, his lips locked around one engorged and aching nipple. He suckled at her breast as if it were a fount of the blood he needed to survive.
Well, it was, actually, but he wouldn’t bite her in the…would he? No, no of course not. Rock was hemaphobic, terrified and repulsed by blood. He couldn’t drink it straight from the source. Still, his razor sharp teeth tickled and tormented her tortured ta-tas as she wiggled, pinned beneath him like a helpless, horny butterfly.
With a soft pop his mouth released its hold on her nipple, which sprang back to attention, still hungry for his lips. But Buffi didn’t complain, because his skillful mouth was sliding down her restless body, licking and nipping and sucking all the way to…yes! Hallelujah, he was dining at the Y! So many men refused to return the favor, but Rock had always been more than eager to nibble the pink.
His tongue danced an excruciatingly erotic flamenco against her throbbing ladysoftness, and she let out a little scream of pleasure as his fangs slid over her tender pearl.
“Oh Rock! Darling! Yes! Yes! Ye—aaaooooohhhh!” She howled her ecstasy, abandoned and unashamed, as her orgasm crescendoed like a sweet, sexy symphony. Stars appeared behind her eyelids as the universe exploded and swirled around the two of them.
Her vampire cowboy, the father of her precious puppies, was back where he belonged, in her arms and between her legs, and as his mighty tool plowed her tender furrow, icy hot and impossible to resist, she swore she’d never let him go.
He came so hard he lost his sight and hearing for a few long seconds. Transported out of his body, he floated in a blissful void. In over two hundred years, no woman had given him the almost unbearable pleasure Buffi did. It was as if their bodies were created only for each other, two fleshly instruments in perfect harmony. Their superhuman senses could find full expression only when they stroked and kissed and licked and nibbled and rubbed and nuzzled and caressed and tickled and spanked and pinched each other. Their superior muscle strength was too much for mere humans, and their flexibility, which allowed them to achieve positions which would have left the authors of the Kama Sutra speechless and, maybe, even a little squicked out, could only….
What in the danged name of Vlad Dracul was that dadgummed noise?
Not Buffi’s howling – really good orgasms made her howl, so of course she always howled with him – no, this was something else. A mournful keening rent the air, accompanied by growling and howling and yipping and whining and…thumping, and…cursing? Ye, someone was cursing.
Grrr….aaaooh! aaaaooooh! Grr…yip yip yip …. Nnnh! Nnnh! Aoooh!
“Quiet, ya little monsters! I told you to – ouch! You bit me through the danged SACK! Stop that! I told you I was takin’ you back to your mama!”
Buffi broke off in mid howl and sat up suddenly. Rock, who’d been lying on top of her, blissfully inert, rolled over onto the cold stone floor.
Aaooh! Grrr yip yip yip … snuffle snuffle …. Nnnnhh! Nnnnh!…
“I said quiet! I-- ouch! Damn!”
There was a loud thud, followed by a fresh round of curses and howls.
“My babies!” Buffi shouted.
At precisely that moment, Billy Bob Bobson burst through the door, dragging a wiggling sack with one hand and rubbing his thigh with the other. He froze when he saw the two of them.
To be continued...Chapter Fifteen
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